Oliver didn't even look at the menu. It was fruitless when he already knew he wanted an ale and fish and chips. When Percy joined him, his mood had lifted. It was the pub - the open atmosphere and smoke filtered air mixed with alcohol and good food. What guy wouldn't be comfortable here? Oliver didn't so much like the smoke, wondering when there'd be a ban.
He smiled at Percy. "Fish and chips," he agreed happily. "What do you want? Unfortnately there is nothing orange and sqishy on the menu this time."